WAT ...er....!!!

At times life brings you to such cross roads wherein you are left with an 'either' 'or' option, for the sake of those who are enlightened with ignorance, allow me to share it with you all, that I have been having high viral fever coupled with bad cold (running nose and cough). As erudited and learned as I think I am, I thought of going in for the latest buzz, or if I may use the term appropriately - Naturopathy! After much discussions and some animated conversations with my kith and kin, I finally settled down for a practitioner who lives close by (but charges a bomb!). Finally the D-day arrived and with bated breath I managed to reach his clinic, and waited for my rendezvous with an impending doom (you will realise why this choice of words!)

My turn came and I went inside his cabin. After examining me from head to toe, he said in his husky voice - "Kya problem hai"? I meekly replied - "High fever and cold". At times we expect too much out of life and may be it was that moment in my life when I was expecting some words of consolation....some words of comfort....but PAT came the reply..."Thats the problem with you young kids" (although I must say I was elated to hear the word 'young', felt almost like my age getting reduced by a decade), anyways...and he went on..."Late night parties, booz, junk food. Do you see the repercussions??!!". I so wanted to retort and cry out loud that I dont drink, I dont eat junk food....and the last time I partied was when I had hair on my head..all of them...;) but the guy was too fast, before I could respond, he was at it again..he suggested me to have glasses of hot boiling water........and....thats it!....yeah you read it right...that was the only thing he said....(still cant believe he charged me 1000 bucks for that!)

However as confident as I think I am and overflowing with the misconception that I have a good sense of humor. With a sheepish grin on my face I tried pulling a faster one and asked the medical expert - "Can I also add tea leaves, cardamom seeds, milk and sugar in the glass of boiling water, and then drink the concoction".

I was rather loud in the clinic and much to my dismay and chagrin, the doctor did not appreciate my sense of humour. He did stop writing for a while, and glanced at me . At that point in time, the controted and twisted face of his, kind of reminded me of Calvin having his supper (and Hobbes being no wherein the picture!)....so guess you all get the point... but he did not!

Apparently he was joined in by his other patients who were waiting for their turn to come, because as I stepped out of his cabin, I witnessed some dozen fiery gaze literally tearing me apart and making me feel as if I am a convict of a felony against God and instead of Afzal I should be hanged!

So as a lesser mortal I stand here, with a face red swollen from the slaps of social stigma inflicted upon me, any ideas on how can I absolve myself from the 'crime' that i have committed?:)

and by the way....although I have been drinking glasses of boiling water...the only thing that has shown improvement is my marginal propensity to visit the washroom to experience the ultimate delight of "giving"...